The brilliance of the Shattered Snow Blade sliced through the air creating an endless vibrating sound as it pierced through empty space.
This vibrating sound caused numerous spectators to visibly change expressions.
The sound was not singular; it was clearly a result of the unbroken continuity of the blade technique and impeccable rhythmic control which made it seem like a single tonal sound.
It fell like a cascade down a mountain cliff, creating waves each time it collided with the towering rocks.
"Such a fast blade!"
Lu Erfeng couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.
In his line of sight, Shen Canghai had vanished; his figure hidden under a flurry of blade radiance, towering like snow-laden pine, blanketing every direction.
"The blade in his left hand is faster than the one in the right, could it be, is Shi Xiaole left-handed?"
Someone with eyes glittering in bewilderment yelled.